Shamrock Run

I’d like to start by talking about what happened Friday night: I got to the gym and was NOT feeling it. At all. I did a pathetic half hour of cardio and then went to Safeway on my walk home. I bought 2 cartons of blueberries and some crackers, which were meant to last me the week. I got home and made a salad for dinner along with some bulgar. I polished off those and then dove into the blueberries… 2 cartons later I had moved on to the crackers. Finished those. Then in the middle of a riveting episode of “Super Nanny”, I needed some chocolate. I decided if I ran to the convenience store it would make it okay. I ran into a problem once I got there though, how the hell am I supposed to pick between Milkduds and Reeses Pieces? Buy them both of course! Here is what took real talent. I finished the Reeses WHILE running home. I finished the Milkduds once I got home. It’s amazing I’m still single…

The funniest part is my friend, Kristin (don’t worry, she gave me permission to use her name), texted me a similiar story the next day:

“I ran 2 miles today and my only motivation was that I told my fatass to run to McDonald’s and then proceeded to scarf down two double cheeseburgers. I ate both cheeseburgers in a dark parking lot outside like a homeless person.”

God, I love her.

I didn’t beat myself up too much about Friday because I knew I had my 15K coming up on Sunday. I got 50% off through my job at the Adidas employee store so I went a little nuts in there on Saturday and stocked up on all new gear. It basically looks like adidas threw up on me when I workout now.

I was pretty nervous the day of the race considering I’d only been running 5 miles on the weekends and was about to try and conquer 9.3. The race ended up being really fun and I finished in 1:28, which I was happy as hell about. That’s less than a 10 minute mile!

Those races got me excited about running again, which has not been the case since I ran the SF marathon a few years ago. So, I signed up for 2 more races:

If you’re in the Portland area, SIGN UP! Or, come cheer me on and buy me a beer afterward. Either way.

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s day and OF COURSE my office has to throw a party and have a buffet of food. This shit is getting old. I ate my weight in potato wedges. I wanted to skip the gym and get frozen yogurt but forced myself to go anyway.

So now for the weigh in, 162.2. I’ve clearly hit a plateau. Considering I’ve only lost 6 pounds in 2.5 months, that’s not saying much. I can’t say I’m too unhappy about it, though. I’m still seeing results from hitting the gym everyday (See previous post). I’m hoping the long distance running will give me the boost I need. I’m going to attempt to run 10 miles on Sunday.